Chapter 32
Lily
He’ll wait for me?
Why does that fill me with joy but also tie my insides in knots?
Whenever I lift my head, he’s looking at me. And when I have my back to him, I can feel his eyes on me. But I can’t get lost in this. It’s casual, and he’s only interested in the sex.
And so are you.
I saw him leave about ten minutes ago, and I nearly just followed him without thinking, but my senses kicked in.
I can’t broadcast this thing we have going on.
I was foolish to let him kiss me outside with everyone so close.
Anyone could have caught us. But God, do I want him.
I’ve had an ache between my thighs since, and the heated looks he has been giving me have me making my excuses.
“I’m going to head back,” I say to the group as I suppress a yawn.
“You need that beauty sleep.” Leanne smirks next to me. “I need you on top form again tomorrow. We’ve had some of the best numbers to date. You and Diaz are the talk of the internet. I mean, Diaz will be when I release that footage of him missing that sitter.” She throws her head back laughing.
“He’s never living that down.” I chuckle. “I’ll see you all tomorrow.”
They all murmur their goodbyes, and I head outside to flag down a cab.
I practically run through the hotel to get to our floor, but when I get there, my steps slow.
Every one of our encounters have been spontaneous and we’ve left together. The thought of knocking on his door, that knot that has been in my stomach all night tightens. So I chicken out and walk into my room.
Jesus, Lily, he’s waiting for you, just get over yourself.
I pause my pacing in front of our connecting door. The bottle of tequila Trixie put in my case stares at me from the dresser, and I unscrew it, taking a long drink, grimacing at the taste.
God, that stuff always tastes like bad decisions.
I narrow my eyes at the door.
Fuck it.
Turning the handle, I burst through. And there he is. Back against the headboard, his glorious tanned chest on display while the white sheets pool at his waist. He smirks at me over his crossword book. “Ever heard of knocking, Chambers?”
“Women who knock rarely make history, Diaz.” Stalking over to him, my confidence grows as the shot of tequila gives me that added boost. Reaching behind my back, I pull the zipper of my dress down, my eyes never leaving his as I drag the material down my body.
He throws his book to the side as he watches me.
His eyes darken when my dress hits the floor, and he sees what I’ve been wearing underneath.
“You’ve had that on all day?” He grips the sheets at his sides.
I trail my pointer finger across my chest as I nod, running my fingers gently down the delicate fabric of the deep emerald green lace that is covering my breasts.
My nipples peak at the feather-like touch.
The lace feels too restrictive, and my skin prickles with heat as his desire literally burns through the material.
He grips the sheets harder, his knuckles straining white.
I keep trailing my finger down my body over my curves to the top of my lace thong, gliding my fingers over the edges of the material but not going any further, even if my needy clit is pulsing, begging to be touched.
“Did you wear it hoping I’d see it?”
“I don’t wear things for other people. I like the way it makes me feel.”
He rises from the bed, and the vision of him gloriously naked, stalking slowly towards me, makes my breath hitch. His cock is already hard; I resist the urge to drop to my knees.
He doesn’t touch me, just stands, staring, taking every inch of me in. I should feel nervous, embarrassed, even. But I don’t. I feel empowered, desired. “And how does it make you feel?” His deep, commanding voice hits me deep, sending a ripple of pleasure through me.
“Like a goddess. Like I need and deserve to be worshipped.”
“I’ll get on my knees for you very soon.
And I will feast on your delicious cunt until you're shaking and begging me to stop.” My thighs clench at his promise.
“But before that, I need to see you worship her.” He steps around me, pulling the chair from underneath the dresser.
“Show me exactly how you deserve to be worshipped.” He grazes his nose along my jaw and peppers light kisses on my throat, the sensation stirring so many emotions.
“I want you to sit there while I’m on my knees, my face inches from your perfect pussy while you worship her with these delicate fingers.
” He then takes my hands, kissing each of my fingertips, his eyes never leaving mine.
“You won’t touch me?” I ask, my voice trembling with apprehension.
“No. Not where you need me to. I want to see the euphoria on your face when you come. But you will scream my name.” Unhooking my bra, he drags the straps down my arms. I’m too lost in what he’s describing to refuse him.
And when he’s in front of me on his knees pulling my soaked panties down my slick thighs, I know it won’t take long for me to be doing exactly what he says.
He licks at my sensitive skin, and my eyes roll.
He doesn’t go higher than my mid-thigh, and I want to scream at him to go higher.
I whimper when he pulls away, but his hands remain, caressing my heated flesh.
“Now sit.” God, even on his knees, he’s in full control.
I lower myself into the chair, spreading my legs.
As he pulls himself closer, his hands continue to spark arousal through my entire body, as his cock leaking precum makes my mouth water.
“Spread that beautiful cunt. Show me how badly she needs worshipping.” Spreading my lips I show him my glistening clit, throbbing and aching.
He blows gently, making me jolt as my arousal drips from my core.
“Joder, eso es lo mas caliente que he visto en mi vida.” His grip on me tightens, and I sense his control slip.
It gives me a heady rush of power, knowing what I can do to this man.
His touch is dangerously close to where I need him.
Practically torturing me. “Push two fingers in, stretch her, get her ready for me,” he demands, and I don’t hesitate.
Pushing my fingers deep inside, my pussy is already so slick from his filthy words.
I thrust them in and out, the noise is wet and dirty while I hold my pussy open with my other hand, my thumb pressing down on my clit.
The pressure builds, and I know it won’t take me long to find my release.
“Slow down. Pull them out, let me see.” I don’t want to stop.
I need that pleasure, but my body listens to him while my brain screams at me to continue.
Slowly, I pull my fingers out for him to see.
“Jodidamente hermoso.” His eyes are so full of desire, his irises are black.
“Taste yourself. Taste how perfect your pussy is and how good she tastes when she’s given the attention she deserves.
” Bringing my fingers to my lips, I swirl my tongue around them, loving the musky, sweet flavor.
Putting both fingers in, I suck, keeping my eyes fixed on his.
“Before I get to worship her, I need to see you bring yourself that pleasure you deserve. I want your pussy dripping.”
God, do I want that.
I release my fingers from between my lips with a pop, sliding them back inside this time, adding a third, but he grabs my wrist, halting my movements.
“You will come when I say.” I nod. “Buena chica.” Those words seem to trigger my whole body to relax, and he releases my wrist. I thrust my fingers in and out, stroking my walls while my thumb rubs circles on my clit.
But I keep the pleasure traveling up my spine at bay.
I wait.
Wait for his words.
I’m hovering on the edge, and every time I think I’m about to explode, I pull back. I want to come for him.
He must see it in my eyes because he brings his face closer to my core, kissing me before he nips at the skin, his dominant voice ploughing through the haze of lust building in my head. “Come for me, Petardo. Come now.”
I thrash on the chair, but his strong hands keep me still while I drag out every drop of pleasure. White flashes hit me behind my eyes, and my body trembles. I have never come like that before, not from my fingers alone.
His breaths tickle my sensitive skin between my thighs as he licks up my juices. “Incredible,” he murmurs against my skin, and I pull my fingers out of my pussy. He takes them in his hand while he stands, sucking each finger clean, groaning while he does it.
Running my fingers through his hair, I tip his head up to meet mine, kissing him deeply before I pull away slightly, murmuring against his lips, “My turn for a show.”